Alderney Island

The three amphibious assault vehicles stopped about forty feet from the shore; they were piloted by Kate's most trusted captains: Me, Heather, and Cindy--a fifteen-year-old pipsqueak of a girl who it turns out is as brave and feisty as anyone on our team. We fired a hundred flares--bombs bursting in air--then waited a few minutes. Then we engaged the giant flood lights mounted on the front of the boats and the beach was lit up like a carnival. A carnival of the living dead. There must have been two hundred, maybe three hundred lurchers. The gunners opened fire and lurchers exploded like bloody fire-crackers and in five minutes there wasn't a single one left standing.

We pulled the boats back out a couple hundred feet, dropped anchor, and waited for dawn. Once the sun was up, we rode the surf in and landed on the beach. The girls jumped out and in ten minutes they had three gun nests set up and were guarding the perimeter of our little beachhead. Kate had insisted that we practice this landing for weeks, and it went off like clockwork; of course it helps that there weren't any lurchers around. At least none that were moving anymore.

While some of the girls guarded the perimeter, the rest of us dragged the dead lurchers and body parts into a pile, doused it with gasoline, said a little something by way of a funeral prayer, and lit them on fire. Then we went back to the boats and got the dogs.

The dogs were one of Kate's ideas. Lurcher-sniffing dogs. The dogs were hard to find, they're weren't many of them left anymore since the lurchers crave fresh meat, and dogs were a favorite on the menu. But once we got a few it was easy enough to train them to hunt for lurchers.

Once we had the dogs in place we packed up camp and set off for the island's castle, or maybe "fort" is a better term.

This entire operation was Kate's idea. Now that we had three babies and a fourth on the way--Emma being a couple months pregnant now--Kate wanted somewhere for the kids to roam free, not confined within the small courtyard of our castle on the mainland. Why not, she speculated, find a smallish island that we could clear completely of lurchers? Once it's clear, the whole island is ours. Free range cows, free range chickens, and free range babies.

So here we were, marching through the woods from our beachhead, lurcher-sniffing dogs in front, gun totting girls behind. We were the "forward operation"; once we'd secured the island from the lurchers we would go back to the mainland and transplant the entire encampment.

Interestingly, we did not encounter a single lurcher the entire march. This, along with the fact that our little bonfire at the beachhead didn't attract any of them, led us to speculate that maybe we'd already cleared them all out. We'd been circling the island for a couple of weeks in patrol boats, shooting flares and killing anything that moved. There were only a couple thousand people on the island when the troubles hit, probably a good estimate is that half of them were dead by the time we arrived. Maybe we'd already killed the other half, a thousand dead lurchers. Man, what a fucking blood bath.

We got to the castle and set up camp inside the castle walls, then humped back to the beachhead for more supplies. It was a long hot day of humping but we had a nice comfy little camp going, plenty of supplies to last us a couple of weeks while we combed the island to clear away all the remaining lurchers. By nightfall we had a fire roaring; some of the girls were up on the wall, shooting flares, and the occasional bark of a rifle told that there were at least some lurchers still out there.

"So, Cindy," one of the girls sitting around the fire said, "are you sleeping in John's tent tonight?"

There were giggles all around. Now that Emma was having a baby, Cindy was the oldest unimpregnated girl, and by now it had been well-established, if only informally, that it was the duty of every girl to have as many babies as possible. Cindy had claimed that she was waiting until we took the island before having a baby. And, here we are...

She looked down at the ground; in the firelight, I could see that her face was bright red. I knew I'd have to simply tell her to come to my tent, maybe even insist upon it, and that it would embarrass her terribly if I did anything about it in front of her friends.

A few minutes later it started to rain, and within five seconds it was pouring. We all ran around putting stuff away and by the time we had everything secure, everybody was soaking wet. I spotted Cindy, water-logged, standing nearby.

"Com'on, Cindy," I said quietly to her, "let's dry off in my tent."

"OK." She smiled feebly.

I grabbed a towel for Cindy and she dried herself off, running the towel vigorously over her hair, which left her short bob in a tangled mess. We both laughed.

"Come on," I said as I shed my raincoat, and then everything else down to my boxer shorts, "climb under the covers so we can warm up."

"But my clothes are soaked."

"Yeah, just take 'em off and climb in. we'll hang everything up outside when it stops raining."

"OK," she said, with possibly a hint of hesitation. She turned away so that she wasn't facing me, which was silly since it was so dark I couldn't see a thing, and shed her wet clothes and quickly climbed under the covers, wearing only her bra and panties.

I put my arm on her shoulder. "Are you cold?"

"Yes," she said and she snuggled into me.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close and kissed her on the top of her head. Then we just lay there together, holding each other, listening to the loud sound of the rain hitting the canvas roof of the tent. Ten minutes later, I felt her warm breath, soft and regular, on my neck, and I realized that she had fallen asleep. As much as I wanted to make love to her, as much as I felt it was my right and even my duty to make love to her, I couldn't bring myself to wake her up so I just held her and eventually fell asleep myself.

At some point in the night, I don't know when but it was still dark, I awoke to see in the dimmest of light, that her eyes were open and she was looking at my face.

"Hi," she said demurely when I opened my eyes.

"Hi..."

"I think we fell asleep, we never... you know..."

"Yeah..."

"Um, now that you're awake, maybe we should?"

"Yeah?"

"The girls would be really disappointed, if they knew we slept together all night but never... you know..."

By now I was waking up enough to realize what was being asked of me, and I reached out and put my hands on her breasts, realizing only then that she had been sleeping in her bra. I slipped my hands under its cups, onto the soft flesh of her breasts, as she reached around her back and unhooked her bra.

I helped her take her bra off and then put my hands back on her breasts. They were not large at all, actually quite small; they reminded me wonderfully of my wife's, just little handfuls of soft, fatty flesh topped with thick, hard teats. "Cindy," I said quietly, "your breasts are so beautiful." Then I leaned down and squeezed them together, putting my face in between them, just like I used to do to my wife's.

I moved my face back and forth until I finally found a nipple and began to suckle. I heard the young girl moan as I took her teat into my mouth.

As I sucked, I slipped a hand down her panties. I was immediately amazed at how wet she was, sopping wet. Shit, she's a little virgin slut. I gently turned her onto her back, pulled her panties down, dropped my boxer shorts, and mounted her.

Her pussy was so wet that my head slid in instantly, enveloped in the loving kiss of her luxurious lips. I pushed in and her body stiffened as I rammed into her hymen; in the dim light I could see that her eyes were wide. I pulled back and pushed in again, hard. I wanted to be gentle, but not now. There's a time for gentleness and a time for aggressiveness and my cock was ready to take his prize from her.

She moaned as her hymen tore, opening to my assault, and she moaned even more as I drove my cock, two or three quick pushes, all the way into her. "Oh, Cindy," I whispered in her ear as I held myself deep inside her.

"You..." she said quietly, "you took my virginity."

"Yeah."

She wrapped her legs around me. "I'm glad. I wanted you to be my first." I kissed her. "Did you finish? Did you come?"

"No," I said, smiling at her naivety. There was plenty left to go before I would come. I was planning to take my time.

"Good, I want you to stay inside me forever."

It was still raining, but softly now, just a light pitter-pat against the tarp, and we lay there and made love together. Cindy's maiden performance was a remarkable thing, she seemed to know exactly what to do from instinct and she moved her body in rhythm with mine. She was soaking wet, pussy come flowing out of her, and she was warm, oh so wonderfully warm. And she was soft and sweet and caring and comforting; her lips were so slick and luscious as they slid slowly up and down my shaft while I administered a gentle but powerful fucking.

I made love to her warm vagina for what seemed like an eternity; it was at least twenty minutes: slow, strong, controlled. The entire time she stared at my face, her eyes wide in the dim light.

Eventually, without speeding up at all, I felt my orgasm begin. "Cindy," I whispered, "I'm going to come."

She tightened her legs around me. "Oh, please come, John, please! Fill me! I want your sperm so badly!"

With that, my come streamed out of me and into her. I held her tightly, we held each other, as I filled her with my sperm. We held each other and kissed, and kissed, and kissed, as my cock slowly deflated inside her.

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A couple weeks later, we'd officially declared the island safe from lurchers and we'd moved everyone from the mainland to our little island. It was quite a logistical effort, having to move livestock, fuel, ammunition, various pieces of military hardware, food, etc., and it took us many weeks.

But the first time I saw little Johnny--the first child born to Elizabeth and me, now over one year old and toddling around on unsteady legs--the first time I saw him stumbling down a path ahead of his mother in the woods outside the castle walls, I couldn't help but shed a tear or two. It was beautiful, the freedom we had in this place, free from lurchers and all that they represent about the poor, sad world. Here, we belonged. This was home. This was paradise.

Epilogue

We'd been living on the island for three months now. One wonderful thing that happened is that we'd found another group of survivors, a man, three women, and a baby, living on the coast of France. This was the first glimmer of hope that we had that maybe the human race could survive this horror after all. They moved onto the island with us, living in one of the big houses in the town not far from our home in the castle.

Emma was now six months pregnant. She had that wonderful glow that a young woman at this stage of pregnancy has; she is in love with the miracle inside her; she is confident; she is strong and powerful. Her cheeks glow with beauty and strength and resolution. She was showing quite prominently now, and to my delight her already ample bosom had swollen remarkably, full, womanly, and warm, with large, prominent reddish-brown nipples. Her breasts were the most comforting thing in the world. What a lucky little baby she was going to have!

The "master bedroom" in Essex Castle had a huge bed, and we were taking full advantage of it. Kate was down between my legs, doing what she did best--blowing me like a thousand-dollar whore. Good god the girl was good at it, and even more impressive was how much she liked doing it. As she ran her soft, wet tongue down my shaft, from the very tip to the bottom of my balls, Emma leaned over me, hanging her full, womanly breasts in my face. I snuggled into them, feeling their soft warmth against my cheeks. Heaven, I concluded then, must be like the breasts of a pregnant woman; here is my glimpse of the goddess.

As Kate took my head into her mouth and began bobbing on it, stroking my shaft and pulling gently on my balls, Emma lifted herself up so that a nipple was above my mouth; then she settled her swollen breast on my face, nearly asphyxiating me, as I hungrily suckled on her large, darkened nipple.

Next to us on the bed, Jennie was laying down on her back and Cindy was on her hands and knees on top of her; the classic "69" position, sucking on each other's pusses. As I watched the two of them make love, I took hold of Kate's head and lifted her off of me. She had me on the edge, but I wasn't planning to come in her mouth.

I climbed out from underneath Emma's fabulous tits and took my position behind Cindy's ass. She knew what I wanted and lifted her pussy away from Jennie's mouth, and I slid my cock into her sopping, slutty snatch. God, she was soaking wet, and I was all the way in with one quick thrust. I grabbed her ass and pushed her forward so that my balls were dragging across Jennie's face underneath me as I started fucking Cindy good and hard.

"Oh you fucking whore!" I said to her. "You're such a fucking slut!"

Jennie opened her mouth and sucked my balls as I fucked Cindy above her. "Oh shit you are both such fucking whores! Take it, Cindy, take my fucking load!" I rammed into her deep and fired my come into her womb.

When I pulled out, semen, and pussy-come, gushed out of Cindy's cunt and splattered onto Jennie's face. Then Cindy sat down, pushing her pussy right into Jennie's mouth, giving my young niece a full, wonderful taste of her cream-pie. She dove down again to Jennie's pussy and the two of them began to orgasm, Cindy aggressively licking Jennie's clit, Jennie sucking at her friend's cunt and lapping up my sperm while her body bucked. When Jennie finished orgasming, she looked up at me and opened her mouth, letting me see my come, and then she swallowed.

Paradise, I tell you. This is paradise.